"Then..."
Li Peifeng pushed the ring forward and interrupted, "But no matter how many times I propose, the fact that you and I must and will get married is certain. And the wedding date is within a month after I receive my diploma. It can be earlier, but not later."
"..."
Zhao Qingge watched him for a long time, motionless and silent.
Li Peifeng knew it was time to take action. Clenching his teeth and stomping his foot, he continued to hold the ring while kneeling on one knee!
Feeling a bit uneasy and restrained, the sand under his knee was a little prickly, but there was no choice; this sense of ceremony was indispensable for a girl.
At the same time, Li Peifeng had to muster the courage to say the very simple and straightforward confession out loud, both in his heart and verbally, which carried affection and an enormous responsibility:
"Zhao Qingge, I love you, will you marry me?"
